She didn't care whether the porridge was too hot; she just gulped it down without even chewing, swallowing it whole.
This porridge wasn't the one Shi Che had cooled; although not as scalding as when freshly cooked, it was still hot enough to numb her tongue. Yet, she was oblivious, heavily placing the empty bowl back on the table. The crisp sound of ceramic hitting the surface shook Shi Che's heart. He watched in a daze as Ling Chuxia finished the porridge, then coldly curled his lips and said word by word, "Now, I can take my medicine, right?"
After Ling Chuxia spoke, she didn't pay any attention to Shi Che, and instead reached out to grab the pills he had placed back on the bedside table. Without looking at how to take them, she poured two pills into her palm and threw them into her mouth, swallowing them dry without water.
Having done all this, Ling Chuxia's dark eyes stared straight at Shi Che, her lips still curled into an arc, but without a hint of a smile.
